Roughly a year or so ago I was busy sitting at my kitchen table writing music with my cat jealously hanging out by my feet. We constantly play this game where I can never guess the correct amount of attention to give her, and by the sounds of her whining I was loosing again.

This was back when we lived in Nebraska, so we had seasons that were heralded by sudden differences in temperature (way to go, San Francisco. I can’t believe we have lived here for a year.). It was starting to get cold outside, which meant that my Cat (cleverly named “Cat”. No relation to Breakfast at Tiffany’s. I just label things.) had started her routine of firmly pressing her butt on top of the floor heating vent in the kitchen full time. Full disclosure, I figured this routine out while I was on the phone with our heating repairman complaining that the heat was not reaching our kitchen and somehow it smelled like (something’s) butt. The conversation went a little like:

Me:“I mean, what the heck man?? You were just here! And the smell happens specifically when the heat kicks on!”Sad repairman:“I’m so sorry, I can come out to your place and…”*I turn and walk into the kitchen**I see Cat on top of the vent **It all makes sense*Me:“…nevermind.”Sad repairman:“No, miss. I can come over and inspect–”Me:“Mystery solved. The heat is going up my cat’s ass”.*click*

That guy was really great. I hope he found a better job.

Anyway, back to a year or so ago.

It was all fun and games on a regular Thursday night…and then it happened –>

It was nothing unusual.I was just instagramming a photoof Cat whining at me while warming her butt. A face that I have become well accustomed to. A face I loved.

And it wasHI-LARIOUS.

It was instantly internet gold:

Someone stole it and posted it on Imgur and got close to a million views.